Striking out across the open ground, both you and Mergo make as best use as you can of the available brush and scrub.
Moving to the left to the cliff face, cautious to avoid both the exposed Southern road and the steepness of the cliff itself, you make the slow climb to the top of the weathered hill to a vantage point.
From the crest of the hill you now see the smoke rising from several burning wagons on the roadway below. Some 20 warriors are using those same wagons for cover, desperately attempting to shield themselves from crowds of roaring rotting, shambling corpses.
Every now and then, one particularly quick corpse with glowing blue eyes darts in and snatches a warrior screaming from his mates.
After but a few more such raids, the living line breaks as warriors attempt to flee, each looking out only for himself. At the line's collapse, the blue eyed corpse quickly tapped several others who now also radiate forth an uncanny glow. As one, the glowing pack bursts forward and runs down the few living survivors, tearing them limb from limb, and squatting down to feast on their remains. As the last living warrior is dragged to the ground, the waves of the dead slip into an uneasy stillness.
Rising to his feet and wiping his chin, the blue eyed corpse pushes through the milling crowd of shambling corpses, and stares at the top of the hill, his lips curling into a sneer. You can feel his burning eyes sweeping over the rocks near you.